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Here I was, staring down at the Bottom of my empty glass bottle that was once filled with alcohol. I was drinking Away my worries and drinking for my own self-pity. I was best friends with Dallas Winston,and over time, I fell for him, hard. Sure he wasn't perfect, hell, he was far from it, but that's what I liked about him.
He was real, so real it scared me we'd know each other ever since we were little kids in New york, that night he got arrested at the age of 10, he promised me he would get us out of here. He kept that promise, and that's exactly what he did. We never did have times to develop feelings for each other, we were to busy growing up and getting to know the real world at such a young age. Too young, in my opinion. Our parents were Deadbeats, we couldn't help it. We had to find our own way around the city. I almost remember it... we searched the streets, young at heart, eager to find a new adventure. We thought the world was how they told them in fairy tales, full of love and happiness. We were wrong.
That was before we came face to face with what was actually in the streets, and we got ducked into madness. It never affected me that much, for whatever reason that was, I don't know. It sure did take a toll on dally though, soon it became his whole life. It would've been all he had if it wasn't for me.
Lately we've been getting distant recently and there was only one reason why. Sylvia. The girl who had took dallas' cold heart and played with it, throwing it away and taking it back countless times again, every time she'd break things off with him, he'd come for me for comfort, and just let out all his feelings he bottled up inside. He did because I knew him through the set of walls he had set up, I knew what he was like before he made himself hard and cold. I'd tell him the same thing every single time apparently it was going through one ear and going through out the other "She ain't worth your time Dal. Can't you see what she's doing to you? She doesn't care about you, she only wants you for sex. She doesn't love you. Stop giving her chances" he'd tell me that I'm right and that he'd stop giving her what she wanted, and we ended up falling asleep on eachother
